THOUGHTS ON WRITING:

Do you ever wish you could just cut open your wrist and hold it over the page and something meaningful and intelligent and significant would come pouring out?

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Have you heard that Muslims are now using cats to blow Jews/Christians/Muslims up instead of using Muslims? Apparently they realized that the less Muslims they used to blow up Jews/Christians/Muslims they more Muslims they would have to shoot Jews/Christians/Muslims. Frankly, I'm outraged. First of all cats do not actually have 9 lives, that's just a myth. So when a cat is exploded it DIES. Dead. No more cat. And anyone who has ever been to icanhascheezburger.com knows why that is tragic.


Secondly, why cats? Why not dogs? That's just cliché. Everyone always picks on cats. Try something original Islam. And lastly, Muslims should fight their own holy wars. If Allah were here he wouldn't use cats to blow up Jews/Christians/Muslims he would do it himself. But Allah isn't here, because he isn't real. And if he is so real then why can't we see him.

This website ws pretty cool. It takes something in English and translates it to another language and then back to English. Then it does it again four more times and when it get's back to English its typically something completely different. It's kind of like the game telephone, except more fun. I don't know about you but it seems that when I've tried to play telephone as an adult the message at the end is always the same as the message at the beginning. I guess this means that either kids are just retarded, or the telephone game only works because there are little cheaters who change the message entirely just for fun (I was one of those little cheaters). Anyway, here is the result of my first test.




















I think it's interesting that the only original idea that seems to have survived is suicide. Maybe killing ourselves is the universal connection that we share with all humanity.

If you thought Abraham Lincoln was a great American hero before...

Check out this poem published on August 25, 1838, in The Sangamo Journal of Springfield Illinois.

Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.

No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens’ cry.

Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!

Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?

To ease me of this power to think,
That through my bosom raves,
I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink,
And wallow in its waves.

Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.

Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn’d on earth!

Sweet steel! come forth from your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!

I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last—my only friend!

Many experts believe that this poem was written by Brother Lincoln who seriously considered suicide at least two different times in his life.

I <3 Lincoln!

Happy Mother's Day!

This reminded me of you because it touched my heart.

Me? Bitter?

So I saw and ambulance on my way home tonight and it inspired me to write this poem which I call:

I Saw an Ambulance on My Way Home Tonight

I saw an ambulance on my way home tonight
And all I could think was
Please, please, please...
Please let it be her.

Let it be her.
Let it be her with blood flowing.
Let it be her, wrists cut, neck broken.
Please, please, please...

- J. S. Guy

Then I wrote another poem which I called:

I Blew The Candles Out on The Cake and Wished That You Would Hang Yourself

I blew the candles out on the cake and wished
That you would hang yourself.
But even thinking of you like that
Made me feel like throwing up.
I'm so damn sick of knowing you're out there
Thinking, feeling, breathing.
I'll do it myself if I have to.

Eat sh@# and die Bi%$#,
Eat sh@# and die!

- J. S. Guy

Blog-lonely Bologna

So I started this blog right after I broke up with my girlfriend and I posted pretty regularly until we got back together. Then it was intermitent at best. Now we have broken up again and I have this unexplainable desire to blog again. Well maybe it is explainable. Maybe I just feel rejected and I am throwing "myself" out there with this blog hoping that someone will find me and accept me. So are bloggers all just lonely people searching for acceptance? Why aren't we out actually talking to each other and socializing like healthy adults? BLOGS - Just another way that technology seperates us at the same time it tricks us into thinking we are connected.

Sunburn

So my adventure is over. I made it. 64.2 miles in two days. 41.7 the first day and 22.5 the second day (according to google maps). I looked an awful lot like a homeless person in gym shorts. My feet hurt and my legs are very sunburned. Very sunburned. VERY.

Coma Coma Coma

So have you ever wanted to be in a coma? I really wanted to be in a coma when I was in high school. I think it would be great if we could figure out a way to medically induce comas. It would be like a vacation from life, you know things getting a little stressful just take a week off. I wonder if you were addicted to cigarettes and you got yourself a three month coma if you could wake up without the physical addiction. You would probably still have the psychological habit but I wonder if it would make it easier to quit, I have heard that the first week is the hardest. Medically induced comas would definitely be a positive alternative to suicide. Instead of killing yourself you could just take a 3 year break and when you woke up everything would be totally different and it would be like a totally new life. And if things still sucked you could just go under another 3 years. I think that this could be a profitable business. We could charge by the week. We just need to figure out how to induce comas for a specific amount of time. If any one has any ideas how this could work let me know, cause I could really go for a coma right now.